I have spend a LOT of time recently considering what the next "step" in my life is going to be. Honestly, I have NO idea. I mean, I pretty much have the next 7 months or so figured out. I'm here until I graduate, and have a lease until June anyway, so really, that's pretty easy. I go to school, I do loads of schoolwork, and try to have a little fun now and then in between being a full time student and momma. Pretty simple. It's the "after" graduation that I'm worried about. Again, I have no clue what I am going to do with my life. Damn.
Do I want to move "home" to Colorado? After 3 years, is Colorado even home anymore? What about Houston? There are a lot of painful memories, but I also have some of the best friends I've ever made there. Or maybe somewhere else new? I like experiencing new things, new places, new people. And I've obviously proven that I have no problem just randomly up and moving on a moments notice. So why not do it again?Good questions. No answers.
The one thing I do know is that I have about 4 years before I need to settle. Until then, it's easy for the boys to move and acclimate, make new friends, and be in different places. Once junior high rolls around for JC, I need to be in the place that I'm willing to stay for the next decade or so. Mostly because I REFUSE to do to my children what my parents did to me. I will NOT rip them away from their friends and their life and their school and everything they know and love during the most difficult time of their life - their teenage years. They deserve the chance to belong, to be a part of sports or academics or whatever they choose, and to make lifelong friends that will get them through high school and beyond. I'll be damned if I take that away from them. So wherever I land at that point, that is where I will stay. Not for me. For them.
Speaking of them - The Boys.
JC is about to be 8. I will be flying to Denver the day before his birthday and surprising him. I'm so excited. I had to make a choice between flying out for his birthday or a dear friend's wedding. As much as I love her and want to be there, it is so important to me that I am with my son on his birthday. I know she would understand. She's that amazing. (Love you, Naomi!) Anyways, JC is a whiz at math and science (Where could he possibly get that? LOL) and seems to really be enjoying school. I'm so glad.
KK's birthday is next week - and he will be 6. He is going to be the death of me. I already know that he alone is my punishment for the way I was during my teenage years. He is SO.BAD. Sooooooo bad. Like dealing with the badness takes most of my time these days. He actually lost his birthday party this year kinda bad. (Side note - I KNOW that makes me sound like a horrible parent. But really, I gave him every chance in the world to keep it. He blatantly CHOSE not too. He will still get a cake and presents and made to feel incredibly special by me, he just doesn't get to invite friends to a party. I feel awful about it, but I have no choice but to follow through on this.) I just don't know what's going on with this little guy. He's struggling like you wouldn't believe, and I don't know why. The temper tantrums are coming hard and fast, and most of the time they aren't even logical. I just don't get it. I wonder what is going through his little 5 year old mind, and I want to help so badly, but I feel completely incapable. It sucks. I'm looking into a counselor for him, because I really don't want him to grow up as a juvenille delinquent. And that seems to be the track h's on. Which is scary considering he is 5. At least I was a teenager before I started with my crazy antics.
Halloween is around the corner. I love this holiday. Mostly because adults get to act like kids and girls can dress like total hookers without getting any crap about it. What can I say? It's fun! I think it's about time to pull out the pumpkin carving and Halloween cookie stuff. I'll even take some pictures. Well, I'll take cell phone pictures. My camera was stolen in Cancun, and I haven't gotten another one yet. (Christmas Wish List for those who love me )
Well, it's time to leave the blogging world and head to class. Yay. Always a great time :)
I'm getting better at blogging. I've missed it, so this is good.
XOXO
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
Bus Accidents and ER Visits
I think my boys play the "who can give mommy a bigger heart attack" game. This week they both submitted pretty good entries...
JC went on a field trip on Tuesday. To some nature place. (Does it make me a terrible mother that I can't remember the exact name?) When I picked him up from daycare, I was greeted at the door with "Guess what momma! My bus was in an accident and hit a big truck!"
Um, WHAT?!?
I spent the next 20 minutes trying to piece together what had actually happened based on the rambling of an excited 7 year old who was thrilled to have his mother's rapt attention. Basically, from what I gathered, is that the bus he was on was hit by an 18 wheeler on the way back to the school. They weren't going that fast, and there were no serious injuries (2 kids hit their heads, but were alright). I was incredibly worried though, because earlier in the day I had seen a story about a much more serious bus crash on the news.
Why wasn't I called? You would think in a situation like that, administrators would want to inform the parents themselves instead of letting the story be told by an overzealous 7 year old with a flair for the dramatic. This school district is famous for the recording phone calls to pass on information, so at the very least I would have expected that. But no. Radio silence. Awesome.
2 days later, I did get the recorded message, stating "If you have questions about Tuesday's field trip, please call the principal". Wow, way to be on top of that one.
K woke up on Wednesday not feeling very well, but without a fever or any tangible symptoms, so he headed to school. About 11 A.M. I got the call. You know, the one from the school nurse saying you have 30 minutes to pick up your child. I had a seriously undermanned accounting dept. that day, so I had no choice but to go get him, stop by the house and pick up blankets, pillows, popsicles, movies, and my laptop, and then head back to work with him in tow. He spent the afternoon on the floor by my desk watching movies and eating snacks while I worked. He didn't seem to mind though, since he had lots of company from employees coming in and out. By the time we were headed home, he had fallen asleep, and I thought he was starting to feel better.
I was wrong.
By 7 PM, whatever he had settled into his lungs and he was struggling to breathe. This scared him, so he started crying, which made his lungs tighten up more, which scared him more, which made him cry harder. This cycle continued for a while. After calming him down and giving him a bath to cool the fever, I decided it was time to head to the doctor.
The urgent care center took one look at us and sent us to the ER, where his breathing was continuing to get worse. They took us back immediately and gave him not 1, not 2, but 3 breathing treatments back to back trying to clear his airways. The chest xrays showed that his right lung was a mess, and they started talking admission into the hospital.
Long story short - multiple breathing treatments, a move to the other ER, steroid treatments, more breathing treatments, and lots of tylenol later, they decided we could go home, with instructions to watch him carefully the next couple of days and make sure he has an albuterol inhaler close by. So we made the trek home, at 1 A.M. Everyone was exhausted, but grateful K was okay.
My boys certainly keep life interesting...
JC went on a field trip on Tuesday. To some nature place. (Does it make me a terrible mother that I can't remember the exact name?) When I picked him up from daycare, I was greeted at the door with "Guess what momma! My bus was in an accident and hit a big truck!"
Um, WHAT?!?
I spent the next 20 minutes trying to piece together what had actually happened based on the rambling of an excited 7 year old who was thrilled to have his mother's rapt attention. Basically, from what I gathered, is that the bus he was on was hit by an 18 wheeler on the way back to the school. They weren't going that fast, and there were no serious injuries (2 kids hit their heads, but were alright). I was incredibly worried though, because earlier in the day I had seen a story about a much more serious bus crash on the news.
Why wasn't I called? You would think in a situation like that, administrators would want to inform the parents themselves instead of letting the story be told by an overzealous 7 year old with a flair for the dramatic. This school district is famous for the recording phone calls to pass on information, so at the very least I would have expected that. But no. Radio silence. Awesome.
2 days later, I did get the recorded message, stating "If you have questions about Tuesday's field trip, please call the principal". Wow, way to be on top of that one.
K woke up on Wednesday not feeling very well, but without a fever or any tangible symptoms, so he headed to school. About 11 A.M. I got the call. You know, the one from the school nurse saying you have 30 minutes to pick up your child. I had a seriously undermanned accounting dept. that day, so I had no choice but to go get him, stop by the house and pick up blankets, pillows, popsicles, movies, and my laptop, and then head back to work with him in tow. He spent the afternoon on the floor by my desk watching movies and eating snacks while I worked. He didn't seem to mind though, since he had lots of company from employees coming in and out. By the time we were headed home, he had fallen asleep, and I thought he was starting to feel better.
I was wrong.
By 7 PM, whatever he had settled into his lungs and he was struggling to breathe. This scared him, so he started crying, which made his lungs tighten up more, which scared him more, which made him cry harder. This cycle continued for a while. After calming him down and giving him a bath to cool the fever, I decided it was time to head to the doctor.
The urgent care center took one look at us and sent us to the ER, where his breathing was continuing to get worse. They took us back immediately and gave him not 1, not 2, but 3 breathing treatments back to back trying to clear his airways. The chest xrays showed that his right lung was a mess, and they started talking admission into the hospital.
Long story short - multiple breathing treatments, a move to the other ER, steroid treatments, more breathing treatments, and lots of tylenol later, they decided we could go home, with instructions to watch him carefully the next couple of days and make sure he has an albuterol inhaler close by. So we made the trek home, at 1 A.M. Everyone was exhausted, but grateful K was okay.
My boys certainly keep life interesting...
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